Being new to poetry this weeks theme made me actually have to look up what prose is compared to poetry. I'm not sure I understand it completely but I found one I liked alot by Michael Benedikt from Night Cries.
THE AWARDS OF WATER
At first it seemed as if it might just be the morning coffee again, boiling over on the stove again and overflowing from the percolator with its usual loud, scalding, scolding, disapproving hiss; but then after I ran into the kitchen I was relieved to see that the brown stain on the white porcelain had taken the form of a "splash"--which is to say it had taken the form of a circle with fringed edges, meaning that it was actually only just another form of water setting its seal of approval on solids. Do raindrops act any differently, I wondered as I turned down the flame--or do they too approve as they apply their pure, glueless, transparent stickers? Yes, I decided--even now as the morning coffee resumes its brewing, surely the dews are descending in all directions to award billions of blue ribbons of their own to everything firm; surely the sounds of rushing rivers flowing by are roars of applause for the solidity of terra firma; and surely the only reason why we do not regard the Oceans with all their thrashing waves as an unbearable daily threat, is that obviously they too closely resemble auditoriums full of crowds of people cheering and stamping feet....
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